Fallen Empires Album

Artist(s): Snow Patrol

Cover Art

Snow Patrol Fallen Empires Cover Art

Tracklist

I’ll Never Let Go

length: 4:43
producer: Jacknife Lee
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
additional: Lissie
programming: Jacknife Lee
choir vocals: The Los Angeles Inner City Mass Choir
chorus master: Jeffrey Coprich
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Nathan Connolly, Jonny Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson, Garret Lee

It seems the day that your house burned to the ground
Was the day that you'd always planned to leave anyway
And the vast empire you come through to get here
Makes the world look like pennies in my hand

I'll never let go, I'll never let go you said out loud
I'll never let go, I'll never let go you shouted out

Your words shook me right out of a daydream
I was lost somewhere cold and it looked haunted
I was asking strangers but no one understood me
I was drenched in sweat when your words came to me

I'll never let go, I'll never let go you said out loud
I'll never let go, I'll never let go you shouted out

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

It was the last highway you would ever travel
The long road from a daughter, wife and son
When the bus stopped a beat from California
Your tired feet they ached over the road

I'll never let go, I'll never let go you said out loud
I'll never let go, I'll never let go you shouted out
I'll never let go, I'll never let go you said out loud
I'll never let go, I'll never let go you shouted out

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Called Out in the Dark

length: 4:02
producer: Jacknife Lee
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Jacknife Lee and Sam Bell
guitar: Troy Van Leeuwen and Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
programming: Jacknife Lee
composer: Nathan Connolly, Gary Lightbody, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson, Jonny Quinn, Garret Lee
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
It's like we just can't help ourselves
Cause we don't know how to back down
We were called out to the streets
We were called out to the towns, how the heavens they opened up
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain-washed histories well we do not need to be told

Show me now
Show me the arms aloft
Every eye , trained on a different star
This my chick
This drunken semaphore, and I
We are listening
And we're not blind
This is your life, this your time
We are listening, and were not blind
This is your life, this is your time

I was called out in the dark
By a choir of beautiful cheats
And as the kids took back the parks
You and I were left with the streets

Show me now
Show me the arms aloft
Every eye, trained on a different star
This my chick
This drunken semaphore
And I, we are listening
And we're not blind
This Is your life
This is your time
We are listening
And we're not blind
This is your life
This is your time

We are listening
And we're not blind
This is your life, this is your time
We are listening
And we're not blind
This is your life, this is your time

The Weight of Love

length: 4:16
producer: Jacknife Lee
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
programming: Jacknife Lee
choir vocals: The Los Angeles Inner City Mass Choir
chorus master: Jeffrey Coprich
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Nathan Connolly, Jonny Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson, Garret Lee
Your engine threatens, I can hear it from the garden
I can see it coming, I can see it come from miles
What you're thinking right now, 'cause I think that I can guess
If we set off now, we'll have the highway to ourselves

And you love the little signs of life,
You love it when we lose our minds
You love these little wars of words,
You love it when they call your name, your name

A new empire beckons, a new kingdom in the distance
No gods are present, just the sky, the earth, and us
No wings, no halos, nor the thunder in the footsteps
Cause fear and anger they are a law unto themselves

And you love the little signs of life,
You love it when we lose our minds
You love these little wars of words,
You love it when they call your name

It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love so gentle in your arms

It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love so gentle in your arms

It's just like you told me, that I should learn to let it all go
It just took 'til now, for me to get just what you meant
My heart is thumping, I can feel it in my fingers
No fear, no anger we are a law unto ourselves

It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love so gentle in your arms

It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love so gentle in your arms

It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love in your arms
It's the weight of love so gentle in your arms

This Isn’t Everything You Are

length: 4:59
producer: Jacknife Lee
conductor: Owen Pallett
trumpet: Rick Baptist
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell
arranger: Owen Pallett
violin: Eric Gorfain, Terry Glenny, Neli Nikolaeva, Wes Precourt, Radu Pieptea, Serena McKinney and Gina Kronstadt
flute: Sara Andon
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
viola: Leah Katz, Karolina Naziemiec and Lauren Chipman
French horn: Stephanie O'Keefe and Nathan Campbell
cello: John Krovoza, Richard Dodd and Stefanie Fife
programming: Jacknife Lee
choir vocals: The Friends Choir
bass trombone: Noah Gladstone
piccolo: Sara Andon
concertmaster: Eric Gorfain
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson, Jonny Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Garret Lee
You can't find the phone, so you can call it off
But it might be for the best
You can't walk away, anyway
'Cause you've nowhere else to go

Is he worth all this, is it a simple yes
'Cause if you have to think, it's ****ed
Feels like you've loved him more than he loved you
And you wish you'd never met

Don't keel over now
Don't keel over
Don't keel over now
Don't keel over

You've been up all night and the night before
And you've lost count of drinks and time
And your friends keep calling, worried sick
And there's strangers everywhere

Don't keel over now
Don't keel over
Don't keel over now
Don't keel over

And in one little moment, it all implodes
This isn't everything you are
Breathe deeply in the silence, no sudden moves
This isn't everything you are

Just take the hand that's offered, and hold on tight
This isn't everything you are
There's joy not far from here, I, I know there is
This isn't everything you are

When you took the call, how could you know
That he'd slipped away last night
When you wish you'd went home days ago
To say goodbye, or just hello

Don't keel over now
Don't keel over
Don't keel over now
Don't keel over

And in one little moment, it all implodes
This isn't everything you are
Breathe deeply in the silence, no sudden moves
This isn't everything you are

Just take the hand that's offered, and hold on tight
This isn't everything you are
There's joy not far from here, I, I know there is
This isn't everything you are

This isn't everything you are
This isn't everything you are

The Garden Rules

length: 4:29
producer: Jacknife Lee
conductor: Owen Pallett
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell and Jacknife Lee
arranger: Owen Pallett
violin: Eric Gorfain and Serena McKinney
bass: Jacknife Lee
flute: Sara Andon
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
viola: Lauren Chipman
cello: Richard Dodd
additional: Lissie
programming: Jacknife Lee
choir vocals: The Los Angeles Inner City Mass Choir
chorus master: Jeffrey Coprich
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Nathan Connolly, Jonny Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson, Garret Lee
There's the river, there's your house and there's the church
And there's us years ago
Deep in your garden where the nettle met the rose
Is where we'd hide ourselves

Yes, we were just kids
But you couldn't tell us that
These are the garden rules
It's what you always said

Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
Oh, you will never know how much I love you

You would call the garden rules, out like commands
And we would all obey
But you'd stifle giddy laughter as you spoke
And puncture the pretend

And we would chase our tails
Until the sun forgot to shine
And our parents called our names
Till just you and I were left

Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
Oh, you will never know how much I love you

From your house we walk the river
To the church by the silent fields
Amongst the lavender and headstones
And the larks in our Sunday clothes
Your father calls to you
As he's looking at his watch
You leave me with a kiss
On my quickly heating cheek

Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
Oh, you will never know how much I love you
Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
Oh, you will never know how much I love you

Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
Oh, you will never know how much I love you
Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
Oh, you will never know how much I love you

Fallen Empires

length: 5:20
producer: Jacknife Lee
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Jacknife Lee and Sam Bell
violin: Eric Gorfain
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
additional: Lissie and Foy Vance
programming: Jacknife Lee
choir vocals: The Friends Choir
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson, Jonny Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Garret Lee
You called my name in the dark, called me back to the start
The condensation is building tension
Stubborn silence is formed, around our bodies it's warm
The cool wet grasses as summer passes
Frightened under attack, fallen flat on my back
Arms and legs, I'm too scared to beg
Harm me most when it's light, thought of you don't sit right
I need the darkness a desperate embrace

Razing cities to dust, faces dripping in lust
Fallen empires and raging bush fires
All your words unfounded, secret lives bound in bed
Living backwards and tangled back words
Ruined everything right, so good can't see the light
From my cave I can see the wave, fallen empires and raging bush fires

We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,
We are the light, we are the light,

We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)
We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)
We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)
We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)
We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)
We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)
We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)
We are the light, we are the light (run to the fire)

Berlin

length: 2:04
producer: Jacknife Lee
conductor: Owen Pallett
piano: Jebin Bruni and Nico Muhly
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell
arranger: Nico Muhly
violin: Serena McKinney, Eric Gorfain, Gina Kronstadt, Radu Pieptea, Neli Nikolaeva, Wes Precourt and Terry Glenny
flute: Sara Andon
viola: Lauren Chipman, Leah Katz and Karolina Naziemiec
French horn: Stephanie O'Keefe and Nathan Campbell
cello: John Krovoza, Richard Dodd and Stefanie Fife
programming: Jacknife Lee
choir vocals: The Friends Choir
bass trombone: Noah Gladstone
celesta: Nico Muhly
piccolo: Sara Andon
concertmaster: Eric Gorfain
composer: Nathan Connolly, Jonny Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson, Gary Lightbody, Garret Lee
Instrumental

Lifening

length: 3:54
producer: Jacknife Lee
conductor: Owen Pallett
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell and Jacknife Lee
arranger: Owen Pallett
violin: Gina Kronstadt, Neli Nikolaeva, Wes Precourt, Eric Gorfain, Terry Glenny, Serena McKinney and Radu Pieptea
flute: Sara Andon
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
viola: Lauren Chipman, Leah Katz and Karolina Naziemiec
French horn: Stephanie O'Keefe
cello: Stefanie Fife, John Krovoza and Richard Dodd
programming: Jacknife Lee
piccolo: Sara Andon
concertmaster: Eric Gorfain
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson, Jonny Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Garret Lee
A hand upon my forehead
The joking and the laugh
Waking up in your arms
A place to call my own

This is all I ever wanted from life [X3]

Ireland in the World Cup
Either North or South
The fan club on the jukebox
The birds and yes the bees

This is all I ever wanted from life [X3]

Words of reassurance
But only if they're true
Just some simple kindness
No vengeance from the gods

This is all I ever wanted from life [X3]

To share what I've been given
Some kids eventually
And be for them what I've had
A father like my dad

This is all I ever wanted from life [X3]

This is all I ever wanted from life [X3]

New York

length: 4:02
producer: Jacknife Lee
conductor: Owen Pallett
piano: Johnny McDaid
trumpet: Rick Baptist
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell and Johnny McDaid
arranger: Owen Pallett
violin: Wes Precourt, Neli Nikolaeva, Terry Glenny, Gina Kronstadt, Radu Pieptea, Serena McKinney and Eric Gorfain
flute: Sara Andon
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
viola: Lauren Chipman, Karolina Naziemiec and Leah Katz
French horn: Nathan Campbell and Stephanie O'Keefe
cello: Stefanie Fife, Richard Dodd and John Krovoza
programming: Jacknife Lee
bass trombone: Noah Gladstone
piccolo: Sara Andon
concertmaster: Eric Gorfain
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Nathan Connolly, Jonny Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson, Johnny McDaid, Garret Lee
If you were here beside me, instead of in New York
If the curve of you was curved on me
I'd tell you that I loved you, before I even knew you
'Cause I loved the simple thought of you

If our hearts are never broken and there's no joy in the mending
There's so much this hurt can teach us both,
And there's distance and there's silence, your words have never left me,
They're the prayer that I say every day

Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here

The lone neon lights and the ache of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all, from the love to the lightning
And the lack of it snaps me in two

If you were here beside me, instead of in New York
In the arms you said you'd never leave
I'd tell you that it's simple and it was only ever thus
There is nowhere else that I belong

Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here

The lone neon lights and the ache of the ocean,
And the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all from the love to the lightning
And the lack of it snaps me in two
Just give me a sign, there's an end with a beginning
To the quiet chaos driving me back
The lone neon lights and the warmth of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to go out

In the End

producer: Jacknife Lee
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Jacknife Lee and Sam Bell
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
programming: Jacknife Lee
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson, Jonny Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Garret Lee
It's the price I guess
For the lies I've told
That the truth it no longer thrills me

And why can't we laugh?
When it's all we have
Have we put these childish things away?
Have we lost the magic that we once had?

In the end, in the end
There's nothing more to life than love, is there?
In the end, in the end
It's time for us to lose our weary minds

Will you dance with me?
Like we used to dance
And remember how to move together

You are the torch
And it all makes sense
I've waited here for you forever
I've waited here for you forever

In the end, in the end
There's nothing more to life than love, is there?
In the end, in the end
It's time for us to lose our weary minds

We're lost 'til we learn how to ask
We're lost 'til we learn how to ask
We are lost 'til we learn how to ask
So please, please just ask

In the end, in the end
There's nothing more to life than love, is there?
In the end, in the end
It's time for us to lose our weary minds
There's nothing more to life than love, is there?

Those Distant Bells

length: 3:19
producer: Jacknife Lee
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Jacknife Lee and Sam Bell
violin: Eric Gorfain
guitar: Jacknife Lee
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
additional: Lissie
programming: Jacknife Lee
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson, Jonny Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Gary Lightbody, Garret Lee
The car crunches gravel
And the wind licks at you
This dark spell you're under
Has you dumbstruck by the gate

It hurts every muscle,
Just to walk back to the house
Now this home that you both made,
It looks haunted from the yard

You can hear those distant bells,
And you know they'll never leave,
It's like your church is crying out,
Like the wolf calls to her young

And the dark never enters
But it also never leaves,
And this spark that he gave you
Is just an ember all but out

If he'd one eye on the exit,
Oh you never would have known
Until he drove off in the darkness
Like some slowly fading song

You can hear those distant bells,
And you know they'll never leave
It's like your church is crying out,
Like the wolf calls to her young

You can hear those distant bells
And you know they'll never leave
It's like your church is crying out
Like the wolf calls to her young

The Symphony

length: 6:07
producer: Jacknife Lee
vocal: Jacknife Lee
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell and Jacknife Lee
guitar: Jacknife Lee and Troy Van Leeuwen
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
additional: Foy Vance and Laura Donnelly
programming: Jacknife Lee
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Paul Wilson, Gary Lightbody, Nathan Connolly, Jonny Quinn, Tom Simpson, Garret Lee
Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper
And they creak under your sockless feet
A secret door, a door undiscovered
You knock so gently in case you're heard
A record plays a song that you've not heard
It is perfect, it is home
Everything now, everything's different
It is sweeter on your tongue

'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air,
'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air

A symphony slow music of longing
Plays in movements inside your head
There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you
Like they used to, anymore

'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air,
You can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air

If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

The President

length: 4:35
producer: Jacknife Lee
conductor: Owen Pallett
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell and Jacknife Lee
arranger: Nico Muhly
violin: Neli Nikolaeva, Wes Precourt, Gina Kronstadt, Radu Pieptea, Serena McKinney, Eric Gorfain and Terry Glenny
viola: Lauren Chipman, Leah Katz and Karolina Naziemiec
cello: John Krovoza, Stefanie Fife and Richard Dodd
piccolo: Sara Andon
concertmaster: Eric Gorfain
keyboard: Jacknife Lee
lyricist: Gary Lightbody
composer: Gary Lightbody, Tom Simpson, Jonny Quinn, Nathan Connolly, Paul Wilson, Garret Lee
I've run to ground
I've run from everyone that I have ever known
I'm aching cold
I'm aching from the bones the very blood of me

And it's broke before you know it
Before you knew what it was for
All you know is you can't fix it
And you wish you'd listened more
To your instincts to your family
To the wisdom you'd ignored
Are you finally gonna ask us for help?

I've crashed to earth
But I'd fallen for so long that it was just relief
I saw your face
In everyone that looked me in my drunken eyes

And it's broke before you know it
Before you knew what it was for
All you know is you can't fix it
And you wish you'd listened more
To your instincts to your family
To the wisdom you'd ignored
When you finally gonna ask us for help?

I can see you at the front gate
As you wait on my return
The years have blurred to eons
But the tears have never dried
But I'm not coming to you like this
So battered down and sad
I will take the road forgotten again

Broken Bottles Form a Star (prelude)

length: 1:32
producer: Jacknife Lee
conductor: Owen Pallett
piano: Nico Muhly
mixer: Jacknife Lee
recording engineer: Sam Bell
arranger: Nico Muhly
violin: Neli Nikolaeva, Wes Precourt, Terry Glenny, Gina Kronstadt, Radu Pieptea, Serena McKinney and Eric Gorfain
viola: Lauren Chipman, Leah Katz and Karolina Naziemiec
celesta: Nico Muhly
concertmaster: Eric Gorfain
composer: Paul Wilson, Nathan Connolly, Jonny Quinn, Tom Simpson, Gary Lightbody, Garret Lee
Instrumental